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27.9.13

List #224: I Don't Know About You, But I'm Feeling 32

Being 32 means loving that you're a lot more like this than like this.

This Saturday, on September 28, I'll wake up and I will turn 32. I'm not doing a whole lot to celebrate my birthday, but a big rubber duck is floating its way on into Pittsburgh, so in some ways I kind of feel like the whole city is throwing me a birthday party.

When I was younger, 32 was always my age of destination. I have said, numerous times, to friends that by 32 I wanted to be in a career that I loved, in a relationship that was going somewhere, and well, be happy.

Year 31 was a blast. It might be on record as my best year yet, even though I will fully admit that there were moments of darkness. Not everything in my life is exactly how I would want it in my perfect dreamland. And things are certainly not arranged in a way that I envisioned when I was 22. But I think acceptance, grace, and humility come with the 30s package. So it's a little easier to stomach all that we don't have.